General Membership Meetings
May you always have a shell in your pocket and sand in your shoes.
Hibiscus Recreation Center
1740 Bailey Trail
The Villages, FL 32162
located next to Cane Garden Restaurant and Country Club
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2026 Meetings/Drop Off Second Wednesday of the month.
No meeting/drop off June, July, August and November.
All meetings/drop offs will be at Hibiscus Recreation Center unless otherwise noted. Doors will open at 6:00 - 7:00 pm.
February 11, 6:00 - 7:00pm, March Beach Trip registration
March 11, 6:00 - 7:00pm, April Beach Trip registration
April 8, 6:00 - 7:00pm, May Beach Trip registration
May 13, 6:00 - 7:00pm, June Beach Trip registration
June, July, August - no drop off at Hibiscus Rec. Center
Mail and drop off instructions will be on registration form.
September 9, 6:00 - 7:00 pm, October Beach Trip registration and Membership renewal drop off
October 14, 6:00 - 7:00 pm, November Beach trip registration and New Member registration
November - no meeting
December 9, - Holiday Party
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Sea Fever
by John Masefield
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow - Reef Rover*,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.
* The word "Reef" was added.
by John Masefield
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow - Reef Rover*,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.
* The word "Reef" was added.